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Thursday, July 21, 2005

"VRY BAD, IM DISAPPOINTED" was wat u msn to me.
when u sms me in the morning i tot, "yah... maybe i talked too much on our Grad day. but actually i didn't say much things, i was juz asking out of concern." Anyway, i shall admit it was my fault. I tot it would end there, but later @ night i found out that no, it's not.
U msn me tt sentence and u went offline. i can accept tt sentence, but i can't accept that u juz went offline like that. do u noe that u are like a little kid, that was so rude of you.
there are many things in life and the world does not juz revolve ard the 2 of u, the time does not stop for anyone. I was there when u need friends and when she throw her tantrums at u. but all i get in return is nothing, not even a respect for a friend. maybe i was never ur friend, i was juz someone u turn to coz i happened to be there.
i don't noe wat ppl tell u what i said on grad day, and i don't wanna noe who tt person is. i dun wish to pursue this kind of small matters
com'on, grow up, the world is bigger than u think...


7/21/2005 08:22:00 am